the writer quietly sat on a bench
not-so-subtly observing the girl sit on the sidewalk every day
soon it got colder
both girls tried to stay warm whilst one watched the other live her life
on the days that the girl wasn't sitting in the same spot as the day before
the writer wondered about her
as she thought about the green haired girl she never noticed that same girl watching her
the girl found a spot where she could sit and admire the pure and undeniable beauty in front of her
blue hair starting to fade into a light blonde
small baby hairs curling at the ends
and deep brown roots sprouting through the bleach like beautiful weeds in a gorgeous garden
each day whilst the writer waited for the girl to come back
the girl would draw the writer
although the girl knew the simple pen and napkin could never come close to capturing the writer's incredible attractiveness
despite this, she would endlessly fill up napkins and old restaurant menus with doodles or portraits of the writer
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Fanficin which a girl is beyond out of touch until she meets her and can't stop touching
